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angel of passion 016

(december 16th 1993 / strathroy)

I know this girl


I know this girl
she's sweeter than sugar
she is as pretty as a pearl
and nicer than icing on cake

well this girl I know
she's not that low
but has a tough life
her heart hurt to much for the knife

she liked this guy
this girl is very troubled
but all he did was make her cry
one day things changed for the worst

she started to smoke
rather than joke
she would always cry
and would always deny

she was bad inside
she always lied
she was becoming a rebellious teen
who ended up mean

she wanted to change badly
but she couldn't sadly
then she tried suicide
but it wasn't a helpful ride

then one day all things changed
her life turned around and rearranged
oh my god how can this be
this little girl use to be me

Submitted: Thursday, December 11, 2008

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  • Kurt Behle (3/24/2009 8:24:00 AM)

    This girl I know...Did she? She changed for thie best... Nice Wording, Thats why I Like you (Report) Reply

  • Kurt Behle (3/24/2009 8:23:00 AM)

    This girl I know...Did she? She changed for thie best... Nice Wording, Thats why I Like you (Report) Reply

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